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Post by Rissi on Dec 8, 2012 18:27:15 GMT -5
The Garuda's nest. The open spaces and palace like interior are great and elegant. Atop the golden lined marble steps lies a luxurious outside sitting area. Off in the distance we can see a jet landing and one that has just landed some minutes prior to the one following. It was no secret that Rissi didn't like the new influx of ungrateful fools entering his company so he had organised a little meeting with upstanding individuals to combat the unskilled and idiodic elements that were The Undead Army, Arbiter, Creed, Alex Cross and others. He hoped that even half of his guests would arrive as this was a contentious issue right now. Rissi, at the top of the stairs in the sitting area waits patiently as his associates Joanna Isabella and Payn wait as well. (TBC: Black Man, Drake Coleman, Chance Davis) |
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Post by drakecoleman on Dec 8, 2012 19:04:21 GMT -5
*A form comes up the staircase with his shades over his eyes. His coat goes over his shoulders. Even though it is clearly raining outside he didn't have on a hood. Drake was never the one to arrive with any sort of fancy shit to show off. He had no interest in women and that was something he always hated about Rissi when they first tagged together even though it didn't last long before he was pulled into his mental facility for about a entire year. He looks up to see Rissi had brought friends of his own and he wrapped his arms around each other. He looks around for any drinks of any sort and he sees nothing but empty space.*
DC: You can't be serious. I'm not the first one to show up am I? That is some shitty luck if you ask me. Is there anywhere around here that I can get some whiskey. I might enjoy walking through bad weather to come meet up to kick some ass, but if I can get some whiskey out of it to I'll exploit it.
*Drake leans against the wall as he isn't one for sitting down in new places. He wasn't very trusting. The only reason he had even showed up to this dig was because it was Rissi. He knew the son of a bitch wasn't someone who'd back stab you. Well not without a reason anyway.*
TBC: Riss, BMAN, Chance
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Post by Rissi on Dec 8, 2012 19:21:42 GMT -5
Rissi gets up, weary and Payn looks on, bored and pours 3 glasses of Ciroc.
Rissi
Drake... Good to... see you. How's the head?
Rissi extends his hand to Coleman.
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Post by drakecoleman on Dec 8, 2012 20:03:05 GMT -5
*Drake looks at Rissi and shrugs momentarily. Not really shaken by the weary fashion he was carrying himself with. Drake held his hand out toward Rissi and takes the hand offered to him. Drake nodded and sighed.*
Well honestly? My head is fine. I've just had doctors sticking their noses in my business and no way to release stress. Which is the main reason I'm here. A stable's ass to kick. Well if you'll accept my help anyway Mr. thirty six and zero.
*Drake rolls his eyes at that last part he mentions and grins lightly. He was only kidding with him but Drake didn't really care about Rissi's streak as much as others in the company. Drake had fought Rissi before but he wasn't in that thirty six stat.
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Post by Rissi on Dec 8, 2012 20:29:05 GMT -5
Rissi sits down and offers Drake the seat as well.
Rissi
That's good to hear... Hopefully you'll stay around longer this time. I could use some help getting rid of some of this scum in EHWF that has accumulated in the corners like filth. Are you in? Just remember, I'm expecting others. TBC: Drake, Davis, Black Man |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2012 20:31:03 GMT -5
As Rissi and Drake exchange pleasantries, the heels of the Dark Knight clank up the stair well forcing both men to turn their attention to the Mayhem Champion. Black Man looks at both men, the rain dripping from his black leather coat, as he tosses the garment over the railing revealing the Mayhem title sharply fit around his waist. The Dark Knight stands in the quiet stares darting back at him before breaking the silence before the situation got to awkward.
"Glad to see this isn't a total sausagefest."
Again the silent tone fills the room before Rissi begins to smile letting out a giant laugh. Black Man follows step and Drake joins in as Black Man stands next to Coleman reaching for the recently opened bottle of whiskey
"So, what are we going to do about this infestation problem?"
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Post by drakecoleman on Dec 8, 2012 20:38:42 GMT -5
*Drake Coleman's laugh was a bit of a awkward one. His hands stay behind his back as he prefers to stand at this current point in time. Black Man's entrance helps him sort of relocate himself into the conversation His eyes going toward him in that moment.*
DC: The only thing we can do. We exterminate.
*As Drake grins from ear to ear he looks over at Rissi and thinks back onto one of his few previous statements. He laughs to himself and looks over at the unexpected company again.*
DC: I intend on staying as long as possible Rissi. I disappear for a year and I come back to see the place has gone to shit with jobbers again. Rockin Lunatic has grown back to his huge ego. 2 Dopes smoothly crawling his way deeper and deeper into the door. The only way to fix that is to kick them both out. As bloody as possible would be a good add to it.
TBC: BMan, Chance, Rissi
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Post by davis on Dec 8, 2012 20:54:35 GMT -5
~ As the other three men are talking, up the stairs walks a sharped dressed Chance Davis wearing one of his suites, dressed to kill. Knowing that this was a meeting about the alliance he was trying to form was no surprise. The men all look at Chance as he makes his way in and looks around and sees BlackMan, Drake Coleman, and Michael Rissi all around. Chance smiles and begins to speck. ~
"I apologize for my lateness. But now that we are all here, and we all know why we are here, lets get down to talking about the matter at hand."
~ Chance looks over to Michael, then over at Drake, and then last to Blackman before specking, he is looking dead at Blackman and then specks. ~
"Me and you don't get along, but I am ready to put it aside so we can stop the undead army. Just know, I would rather be your friend now, this goes to you all. I would rather be all your friends, and I trust you all, until you give me a reason not to, but I say we do what has to be done."
~ Chance awaits the replys. ~
(TBC: Black Man, Drake Coleman, Michael Rissi) |
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Post by Rissi on Dec 8, 2012 21:15:59 GMT -5
Rissi
Heh. Fun and games gentlemen... I'm sure there will be a time where we all get the chance to kick each others heads in but right now I want to know where we should start with all these fags trying to ruin my hard work...
Rissi await a reply as he downs his glass of Ciroc.
TBC: Chance, Drake, Black Man
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Post by davis on Dec 8, 2012 21:23:35 GMT -5
~ Chance looks over to Rissi and begins to speck about his challenge to 2 Dope. ~
"Me and 2 Dope, I am sure are fighting at the next event, and I know he is going to try and get the undead fags to jump me during the match, and I know I want you guys watching my back, so I trust you, and I am here to stand with you and fight them all the way."
~ Chance awaits a reply. ~
(TBC: Black Man, Drake Coleman, Michael Rissi) |
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